ournourishment

A dimly lit room, about 18 girls sitting in a circle The unflinching eyes of the doctor; dark, hardened, holding a chart, mindlessly writing gibberish No one was older than 18 Black, white, tan; fat, skinny, chubby; short, tall, in the middle; they all had something missing in their eye, perhaps the theft of their humanity, security. There was a kinship they all held, unbeknownst to them; words unspoken Every girl sat with baggage toppled to the ceiling: the room was full and at the same time I realized it was empty; I was alone, completely deserted Only one pair of eyes still glinted with hope, aspirations, belief in humanity They were mine. For you

Fight We realized we loved more then we were frustrated The pain excreted in tears, screams, yells, sobs It just showed how worth it we are; we all deserve to be fought for Somewhere in the misery of it all; seeing their tears made it worth it  Inturn my eyes welled with water My lungs raw and red; fist clenched I'm fighting; fighting for something I subconsciously question  Is this worth it? I'm scared to hear the answer So I keep my fist high, my face red; stricken with tear stains Hoping the answer will escape my head 10/29/13